Chapter two
We fly for the Mountains of the West“But we must find him! From what you say of him he is the only one. It is certain this King Telmont is a buffoon.”
“Drak is right,” said Jaidur. “We must find him — and damn quickly.”
The Peace Conference had closed the session for the day and those delegates who had been so scathingly denounced by King Nodgen the Bald gathered with Deb-Lu and me in one of the apartments given over to our use in the Hammabi el Lamma.
“I can vouch for him,” said Deb-Lu. He still wore his turban, and it was still lopsided; but for all that he looked what he was — a Wizard of Loh and among the most feared and respected of sorcerers of all Kregen. “Yes. Prince Nedfar is all your father has said.”
“And,” said Jaezila with a force that for all its passion did
